He'll never accept it from me." The blonde looked back, blue eyes appealing, before lowering them with a nod of agreement, returning to examination of...the sparkling ring in her hand."And the people at work? I have to ... deal with that." Yes, there was a slight complication due to her position in the company; she was upper management in V&P's billing department, and had to maintain far more professional standards than lower level Records workers like Jen. Still, he didn't think that would be a. ”I'm sorry, Sherie,” I mumbled, ”I was scared that I would hurt you or something.”She laughed and said, ”I was just playing with you, Terry. You're so funny when you get nervous.”She punched my arm and we sat in silence watched the sun glitter off the rippling creek as a pair of squirrels played on the opposite bank. ”The sunshine feels good,” Sherie said. I looked at her and agreed. The sunshine was radiant on her auburn hair. She was as pretty as a new puppy. Her freckled nose was a perfect. Therefore, anyone wishing to escape the sights and sounds of the party may come back here, to relax and take a break. If there are no questions, you may all follow me into the main hall." Chantelle swept her eyes over the sea of smiling, expectant faces. No one made a sound. "Okay then." She stepped down from the footstool and walked around the bar to join Annie, Georgia and me. "Oooo, Roger. What was this gorgeous little creature's name again?" Chantelle asked teasingly, winking at Georgia.I. "Suck my milk-filled tits! Drink my fucking milk! Please, suck my tits!"Not needing any further encouragement, I eagerly suckled her and within seconds was drawing a squirting, yet steady, flow of her titty milk into my mouth. She was moaning and stroking with my cock as much as the confines of my pants would allow as she breastfed me. I let my left hand wander down and over her belly until I touched the elastic waistband of her sweatpants then began to wriggle my fingers underneath, reaching.